(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 256: Okay

"So, from your comments today, I was able to tell that you found a few of the homes unsatisfactory. Was there anything that you really liked?" Andrew felt all sense of calm he had mustered shatter and the man sat down with a smile. How could someone speak like this?

It was the damn daycare all fucking over again. What was wrong with people these days? No fucking wonder his Mom had dipped from this world as soon as she was able. No wonder Maxwell had had his back up so damn far. When you had to deal with punks like this, anyone would be rougher, more aggressive.

"Well, we are still quite undecided. Could you show us a few of the houses you said we weren’t able to fit in because of lack of time?" Maxwell said, smiling. He was playing up the sweet omega look. The idiot was dumb enough to buy it.

Maxwell was sweet, but not to the likes of him unless he was trying to get something out of him. In this case, it was time. Kim had let them know that her realtor had finished her showing, had seen her other clients off and was racing back to the agency.

Andrew just had to endure a little bit longer.

The man chuckled, his smile calculating as he looked at Maxwell. As if he hadn’t heard of the Beckett family before. As if he didn’t know that Maxwell was a fucking CEO.

"Of course. I would be happy to show you them." The man turned the tablet, and Andrew wanted to snarl as the tablet ’accidentally’ showed off half naked photos of himself. It was fucking disgusting, and such a lack of professionalism that Andrew nearly snapped there. Maxwell’s hand on his thigh kept him in check. "Oh whoops! Sorry about that." He joked, sliding a smirking gaze towards Andrew.

Andrew gave him a disgusted look when he was focused on his tablet. Did he really think he had a superior body to Andrew? Andrew, who worked out as a form of stress release? Andrew who had been beating up men far better than him for damn near two decades? He better pull his head out of his ass otherwise he was going to shit in his own mouth.

Soon, the other houses were pulled up and Andrew felt something go down his spine. He didn’t know if it was fear, anger, or something in between there. These houses he was showing them were large. Far larger than anything Andrew and Maxwell had seen before.

A sense of knowing was washing over Andrew, but he didn’t know what he knew until the man began his signature of putting his foot in his mouth. Of annoying Andrew to the point that all he could see was red.

"These are homes that are more common for a family such as yours. It’s great that you two are looking for a starter home, but if you don’t want to move a lot, I would suggest getting a larger place from the get go and it can grow into a home." Andrew wasn’t getting what he was saying right away, but from the way that Maxwell’s hand tightened on his thigh painfully, he did.

"What do you mean?" Maxwell asked innocently, and the other man slid his gaze towards Andrew. freewёbnoνel.com

"Well, if you get such a small house to start, what’s going to happen when your partner brings in more omegas to have his children? Wouldn’t it be nice to have your own wing for you and your babies?" Andrew didn’t even see red. Andrew didn’t even see anything.

He heard Maxwell let in a pained breath, and that was it.

"These are the houses that you wanted to show us?" Andrew asked. Calmly. Too calmly. The realtor sat back, a smug smirk on his face as he looked at Andrew.

"Yes. I did think it was a little strange that you wanted such a small house to start with, so I wanted to offer some suggestions. From the bottom of my heart, you know? Give some advice as a fellow mated alpha." He was so confident. So full of himself.

Andrew nodded slowly. So this was what he thought of them. Perfect. He thought that Andrew wasn’t worth shit and that Maxwell was a breeding horse and that their wishes weren’t to be respected. Perfect.

"Okay." Andrew said calmly. No one realised that he’d snapped as he stood up. The room was small, so Andrew towered even more over the other man. No wonder he had felt inferior to Andrew. He really was in every damn way.

Andrew took his glasses off, placing them on the table, closer to Maxwell. Maxwell was staring at Andrew, clueless to what Andrew was about to do. Then, Andrew reached across the table in the windowed agency room and grabbed the other man by the collar. His smug smile fading from his face as Andrew headbutted the man.

Maxwell let out a shout, as did several of the agency workers who had been watching everything unfold. Andrew had felt every look like a brand. He wasn’t an idiot. This was supposed to be a humiliation tactic. They truly hadn’t expected that Andrew would throw hands.

Jokes on them. Andrew was always ready to throw hands. Just because he was smart didn’t mean that he wasn’t also violent. He was sure that it was trait he had inherited from his father since his Mom had been a sweetheart, and only harsh with her words. It was why Andrew usually swung at these types. It felt a bit like hitting his own flesh and blood.

Everyone began to scramble, trying to make it to the door to stop Andrew as through his blurry vision, Andrew began to pummel the smug bastard who kept trying to make passes at his omega.

"Andrew!" Maxwell shouted. Andrew paused for only a second, worried that Maxwell was about to stop him until Maxwell’s next words fell from his mouth. "Aim for his teeth, baby! Dental costs more!" Andrew gave a wicked grin as the other man tried to put up a fight, but turns out, he was all bark, no damn bite. Andrew had anticipated that to be the truth, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t consequences to your damn actions.

"I’ve had enough of the fucking way you look at us. Look at my omega. You think you’re some top fucking shit, huh? You think just because you work here you can get away with this behaviour? You’re a fucking idiot for thinking so." Andrew growled, pissed. "Did you think that they would have your fucking back because of your behaviour? How DARE you look at Maxwell that way. How dare you treat a man who runs his own fucking company this way. How dare you hit on someone else who is so obviously in a relationship, and how fucking dare you try to make assumptions on our relationship." Andrew kept hitting him, over and over until he was pulled off of him by four other people. That’s how many people it took to get him off of him, and Andrew knew his pheromones had to be flooding the agency.

It was from that, and the shrill shriek from a woman who was rushing into the agency as quickly as possible that had half of the staff going white.

"What on earth have you idiots done?" She demanded.

"Someone call the police!" The realtor who had gotten exactly what he deserved shouted, shoving Maxwell to the side to stumble out of the office. Andrew growled, his eyes flaring at the blatant disrespect that was shown to Maxwell, but Maxwell’s look of disgust directed towards the other man was enough to soothe him slightly.

"What is going on? Why was Brian showing them homes?" She demanded. She was an older woman, blonde, well kept, and even if she had been running, she had composed herself almost immediately. She was around Kim and Jenny’s age, and Andrew was kicking himself for putting the damn ’has to be mated’ clause on a realtor. He was clearly wrong.

"W-Well, they asked for someone mated, so-"

"So you gave them Brian? Where was Walter? Or Kent?" She spat angrily at the receptionist. The receptionist who had given Andrew and Maxwell the stink eye as they had come in. Who had participated in all of this.

Andrew shook off the alphas holding him back. He went towards Maxwell, but Maxwell took a few steps back, holding out his hand and covering his mouth. Andrew froze.

"Your pheromones, Baby. Work on controlling them." Maxwell said carefully, softly. Andrew took a few seconds, trying not to be hurt by Maxwell setting a boundary. It was a reasonable one. He had issues with pheromones. Even if he had gotten used to Andrew’s, Andrew was fucking pissed. This was a hard one for anyone to deal with.

Andrew could tell because the other alphas appeared greatly uncomfortable. Even as Brian complained and moaned and bitched, it was clear that Andrew’s pheromones were suppressing him. It was the only time that Andrew was kind of happy that he could do that.

"T-They were-" Kim’s realtor snapped.

"Busy? They were fucking busy? They should have cleared their damn calendars, or handed their clients off! Do you fools even know what you’ve done? If we call the police, it’s to escort Brian off of our damn property because he might have just cost us our fucking business!" It was then that everyone looked at Andrew and Maxwell seriously.

They should have known who Maxwell was. The Beckett family was well known. Andrew knew that now. But Andrew? He was a nobody comparatively. Kim’s realtor jerked her hand towards Andrew while Maxwell handed him his glasses.

"This man is the nephew of Kim Proctor. A client I’ve had since she came of age. He’s from a branch family, yet he is a true alpha. Does someone good at math want to connect the fucking dots here?" Silence filled the room and she roared. "Who do we cater to? Who do we try to appease?" A different receptionist answered.

"T-True alphas?" They offered and she snarled.

"So how is it that a branch family member from the Proctor’s was able to become a true alpha?" Silence. "It’s because he comes from two true alpha families, you fucking dolts!" Andrew was kind of liking this woman. No wonder Kim liked her. She was a boss babe in her own right. "Now you potentially cost us not just one client, but two. Are you fucking happy?"

"H-His last name isn’t fami-"

"What? Does that matter? If you want to be such a fucking bigot, why don’t you go join Mr. Fredericks at his agency? Or wait? Did it go out of business as soon as he left us? So sorry then." She was aggressive, she was angry, she was sarcastic. This was a sight to behold. Andrew felt that this wasn’t just about him and Maxwell. There must have been something else stewing underneath that had come to a head because of them.

"I’ve called my parents and Kim." Maxwell whispered, coming closer as Andrew’s pheromones died down as he watched this display. Andrew nodded. "They were nearby. Worried." Maxwell murmured and Andrew would be the first to admit they were right to be worried. Andrew’s hands throbbed, his knuckles aching.

He should have hit him a few more times.